Endless pool #1

In my ongoing quest for freestyle coaching I'd been following up on local coaches. A personal recommendation never replied to me, a local group is full with a waiting list, and others are some distance away. I did find a fairly local coach with an endless pool who had a short notice cancellation and does one-off bookings (as well as blocks) so I drove over there is morning.

The pool was larger than I'd expected and nicely pre-heated to a pleasant 30 degrees. After a brief chat I was in and on a warm-up swim. Despite the warnings not to race the flow, I did, and ended up with a scrappy short stroke, head-up and feet banging on the bottom. The coach tried to reassure me that everyone starts off badly!

As is so often the case, my initial problem is a falling leading arm which I'm aware of and can control better at a relaxing pace in the local pool. However, this showed that it occurred when stressed, which is probably the case for many, especially in tougher open water conditions. I then did catch-up drill with a snorkel, which gradually went from tough and claustrophobic to relatively comfortable. Even with the snorkel I was nodding from side to side until I focussed on watching myself in the submerged mirror.

Despite my self-belief I was also stopping the stroke just below my waist and so losing the last bit of power that I could use. With small paddles I then had to repeat the catch-up, with a full length stroke. Without a rush! Every few strokes I was aware of a 'good' stroke where things came together and after a few minutes I was bale to manage with a faster flow rate. The flow is a hard task master, any relaxation in pace and you're pushed back, moreover there isn't the momentary rest, and big breath, that occurs at every end of the pool. 

The last drill was catch-up with fins, again, I was aware of the variable quality of strokes. I was also starting to tire. Although I was setting the pace, fins and paddles increase the physical load and in combination with the relentless flow I found that I had to pause fairly often.

We finished with a swim which felt very hard work, I was tired and in the absence of fins my legs were leaden. In the hour the coach had covered a lot of ground. Some video and commentary will be emailed to me but I'm summarising key points while I remember:

1. Focus on keeping leading arm high and forwards when breathing, don't rush;
2. Look straight, no nodding;
3. Extend the power stroke backwards as far as possible;
4. On recovery focus on reaching forwards to avoid submerging my head, actually keep reaching after each entry!;
5. High elbow is good, but not breaking the water, visualise the catch over a ball and keep the upper arm at that depth;
6. Count strokes and rest with fresh focus if it rises rather than retrospectively looking at data.

Swimming lesson #6

I've completed the block of 6 lessons that I'd booked and have mixed feelings about the time. Today I narrowly missed the 2minute/100m goal but I think it's fair to blame that on other people in the pool who I had to avoid. For some reason there wasn't a lane booked for my session, especially important as the pool was busier than usual, presumably due to half term. 

So how have I found the, rather expensive, sessions? On the positive, my sprint pace in an 18 metre pool has improved but I believe a significant proportion derives from faster and more powerful turns. My evidence for this is that my pace gain in a 22 metre (i.e. 25 yard) pool is far more modest. I have additionally noted that my arms tend to enter the water rather wide and should be streamlined better. Also to breath more promptly and not turn to the side for too long. 

However, I feel the 'intensity' of the coaching has been low. I've barely received a teaching tip per session and those I've had, I've followed-up myself on YouTube to gain more insight. In my opinion, I've spent rather too much of the time on 200 metre sets from which I've developed few insights. Overall, the sessions seem more as though I've swum with a critical friend rather than a professional coach. The former is OK, especially when I don't have an effective swim buddy, but not entirely what I had hoped to be exposed to. The coach himself was very personable and a pleasure to chat with between sets. In retirement it's helpful to meet someone early in their career and making plans for the future. I still have plans but they tend to be shorter term!

I fully appreciate that as an adult learner it's my responsibility to develop, and I have fulfilled that role. I've listened, watched videos and re-read sections of swimming books I've got. Likewise there are physical limitations in my strength and mobility, but as before, I've looked into flexibility exercises and continued with practice swims and my circuits classes.

My data shows a modest improvement in sustained pace which is great, but unfortunately it's not as marked as I'd hoped for. Perhaps it's unrealistic, but I'm still thinking there's a near magical technique tip out there that will break my plateau.

Burbage loop

This morning's weather forecast was for crisp, cool sunshine. The first dry day of 2026 perhaps? I'd planned a 20km route into the edge of the National Park with a friend. There'd be a few km at each end, to and from home. That would give me the longest run (or run/walk) I've done in many weeks. 

The forecast was spot-on and we were blessed with a fairly still day, with a little ice and even a thin layer of snow on Burbage Moor.

On Burbage Moor (with Thanks to A, I carried a camera but failed to deploy it!)

The ice caused us to be  cautious of our pace, some rocks were slippery and puddles camouflaged by a hard coating. The lovely weather had encouraged many people onto the moors so we had to pay extra attention to thread our way in places without disturbing others.

Our pace was gentle, partly because of the ice, but largely due to our shared lack of fitness. Ice and hills gave many opportunities to slow to a brisk walk but with my eye on the clock we couldn't slacked too much. I'd promised that we'd complete the 20km in 3 hours. Towards the end I was aware of light cramp in my left calf and hamstring, as tends to be the case.

The Porter Valley is fairly deep and steep-sided for an urban park

I also found that I was generally tired and found the descent and ascent across the Porter Valley on my home especially tough. Once I'd reached Greystones road it really is all downhill.

A little more mileage

This morning's run felt like hard work and I took some photographs as an excuse to take breaks and not run beyond Oxstones. The brook in Limb valley was fast-flowing due to the recent rain. Near the plantation and up to the trig point there was a light mist limiting visibility.

The brook in Limb Valley

Looking back at my records this is the first week in many that I've run more than 40km in the week. I know that's not a lot for many runners but it's always been my target, although rarely met consistently. Over the last few months I've been limited by my aversion to rain, supervision of workmen and trying to improve my swimming skill and fitness. Perhaps that unaccustomed load explains my tired legs?